I think I figured a few things out just in filling out a therapist intake form just a little bit ago. And these things are so pivotal and instrumental to my life. I am kinda blown away.

The form asked 3 questions back to back.

Did your parents divorce? When you were what age? (Yes, 18)

Did your family suffer incredibly from an illness? When you were what age? (Yes, 17 - me being the ill person.)

Did your family suffer a death? When you were at what age? (yes, all my grandparents, but very importantly, Mom's Mom, 17)

My old conclusion was that my family somehow was ripped apart partially because of my illness. But my new walkaway is other major things were happening right then. What if my illness was somehow the thing that binded us all?

Maybe I am the glue!